Courtesans

The Duke sighed as he enjoyed his morning coffee his courtesan in training waited demurely by his side for his instructions. The Duke made a flick of his hand. The courtesan snapped into a kneeling position before him. She wasn't wearing a boring old maids gown she was wearing a courtesans dress of fine red and gold. Which matched nicely with her red hair. She was a vassal the daughter of an Earl. It was traditional for nobles to send their more beautiful daughters to each other for service. During that time they would learn matters of trade, art, finance, art, music, dance, weaponry and of course sexual servitude.

"Suck" The Duke commanded.

The Earl's daughter a young lass of 18 bowed her head.

"Thank you your grace." As was proper etiquette.

She then undid the Dukes pants took out his cock, she took it into her mouth completely. Some men she knew from experience preferred to be licked teased and fondled but the duke liked to start his day with a good cock warming with his morning coffee.

The Duke sighed and closed his eyes enjoying the ministrations. She had experience he could tell. Though the Duke knew her other holes would be pure. Just as the Duke preferred. Oral took training but anal and pussy should be broken in.

She sucked her shaft and twirled her tongue around his head careful to not use any teeth.

"Deeper." The Duke let out a soft groan.

She went deeper taking the cock down her throat. The Duke opened his eyes and gently grasped her head curling his hand in her red hair that had been done up in a stylish bun coming loose in his grip. He took a firm hold and began fucking her face. He didn't last long before he let out a grunt and groan unleashing his seed down her throat. She dutifully swallowed it all. Everything he gifted her.

The Duke lay back in his chair on the balcony of his castle estate.

"Thank you my dear."

"Thank you for the honour of gifting me with your seed and allowing me to service you." She replied with a blush.

"What is your name again my dear I'm sorry to say I've quite forgotten under the care of your services at this moment. Although I pray you won't take it personally. I've forgotten my name at this moment." The Duke said breathing deep in satisfaction.

"Vanessa your grace. Earl Victors daughter."

"Ah yes. I was surprised when he sent you to me. He and I have not often seen eye to eye." The Duke admitted. Knowing full well she was sent here as a spy.

Vanessa blushed and looked down.

"I am his youngest daughter... his seventh."

"Aah and no sons." The Duke nodded as if that was a satisfactory explanation. The girl needed to be taught the arts by the best in order to catch a good husband or else she might wind up a merchants wife or in the Courtesan Guilds. Not that there was any shame in the latter. The Duke would be proud of a High Ranking daughter in the Guilds. or perhaps even a Priestess which would be a terrible waste of talent. Seven Hells the young lady might even be forced to gain an occupation. An untenable thought.

The Duke nodded. A sufficient excuse to send a spy to his court at any rate. The Duke blinked and frowned at Vanessa.

"Clean me my dear." He chided gently.

Vanessa's face filled with horror and she blushed scarlet went to apologise then immediately took the Dukes cock back into her mouth cleaning the last of the vestigas of seed and tucking his cock away.

"My apologies your grace." Vanessa said looking away ashamed.

"Not to worry my dear. You're still learning." The Duke smiled and lifted her chin gently and winked to put her at ease.

Vanessa gave a shy smile.

"You will of course have to be punished." The Duke reminded her sternly. Vanessa's face fell but she nodded in acquiesce.

"Good. If you take your punishment well. I may even have to fuck you." The Duke nodded getting up and offering a hand to Vanessa. Vanessa's eyes filled with surprise and hope. To be fucked so only on in her tenure would be a mark of status at court.

"Thank you your grace!" Vanessa said breathlessly.

The Duke chuckled. There was nothing quite like a nubile young girl begging to be fucked.

"Now now my dear. Not yet we'll have to see how well you take your punishment."

Vanessa's face grew determined and she nodded.

"I will not fail you your grace." She said firmly.

The Duke chuckled

"We'll see."

"Now. Strip." The Duke commanded.

Vanessa bowed and with trembling hands undid her front lace corset. As was traditional she wore nothing underneath. Her tits were firm, but perky with pink nipples, her mound was well groomed with just a touch of fuzzy peach. The Duke preferred redheads and preferred they leave a little hair so long as it was well groomed. The Duke could resist stroking her mound. She shivered. She was indeed wet. She'd make a fine slut someday should she make it far enough in her training.

"Hmm already wet. You'll make a fine little slut." The Duke complimented.

"Th-thank you your grace." She stammered trying to concentrate while The Duke played expertly with her clitoris. To be given the title slut was the ultimate goal during a young lady's training.

"Hmm." The Duke cupped her face then put his fingers to her lips. She hesitated then sucked on them. The Duke smiled. She was a quick learner. The Duke put his hand on the back of her neck and drew her in for a kiss. Gentle, slow, teasing with just a touch of tongue. She moaned. There it was.

The Duke gripped tightly her hair she cried out he spun her around and pushed her over a nearby table. She scrambled to get back up.

"Stay!" The Duke shouted his command. She froze. The Duke took of his belt.

"20 strokes I think. You shall not cry. Should you fail you will not wear an ounce of clothing for the rest of the day so everyone can see your shame. Should you succeed I shall fuck you. Roughly. Viciously."

Vanessa shivered with fear and want.

"Yes your grace." Before adding "I shall not fail."

The Duke grunted.

"We shall see."

The Duke swung his belt across her buttocks she yelped in pain. He swung again and again in rapid strokes one on the reverse hit. He paused hit her once again waiting. He kept hitting her. Growing angry at her disrespect.

"I don't hear you counting Neophyte!"

"My apologies Your grace!" Vanessa said through gritted teeth

"Too late! An additional ten strokes, and your twenty starts when you show proper respect and keep count!"

The Duke swung.

"One Your Grace!"

It continued. She made it to fifteen before she broke.

The Dukes heart fell a little at that he'd worked himself up and had been looking forward to a fine fucking, the young lass showed promise but she was still too young too new for the honour of his cock. The Duke continued his duty in applying the punishment. She broke down crying scrambling to try and get away he had to hold her still with one hand on her neck. Which of course only worked up his appetite more.

He let go when he reached thirty strokes. By rights he could continue to his hearts content but his arm was getting tired. The Duke panted out of breath. Straightened and putting on his belt adjusting his belt around his bulge. Then he looked down at the sobbing Vanessa and sighed. Sitting down he brought her into his arms she flinched away at first but he gently brought her into a cuddle, stroking her hair as she sobbed.

"Shhh."

"I failed you your grace!" She sobbed.

"I expected you to." The Duke told her softly with a smile.

Vanessa glanced up mouth open a flash of betrayal across her face.

"Your lesson today wasn't to take a punishment perfectly. Your lesson was to not overreach. Know your limits, your boundaries. I can't say I won't push them perhaps even break them, but it's important to know them. Do not try to be a perfect slut on your first day. That's what this place is for to train you."

Vanessa sniffled and nodded glancing down noticing his bulge, she hesitated.

"Your grace. I have put you in discomfort... may I take care of your needs?" Vanessa pleaded "Please let me make up for my shame."

The Duke thought about for a moment then shook his head kissing Vanessa softly this time with more tongue and more passion. The kiss lasted a long time. Vanessa's hand started ondoing his pants. He laughed and lightly slapped it away.

"What did I just say about overreaching?"

Vanessa blushed and smiled guiltily.

"No. You've had my seed once already today that's enough of an honour for a Neophyte. The other girls will say you only got it because of your father. You belt marks won't help their opinion of you. To honour you again so closely after a punishment... it won't go down well."

Vanessa scowled and settled onto The Dukes chest.

"They're all Bitches." She muttered

The Duke grinned and laughed. Vanessa giggled.

"Don't go saying that again. I can't have disunity in the court. Not openly."

Vanessa nodded.

"Good. Now you are to stay naked so everyone can see your belt marks you are also not to cum for the rest of the day."

Vanessa pouted in disappointment. The Duke laughed.

"Yes I know you were planning on frigging yourself as soon as we were done here but I forbid it. Trust me my dear your punishment will be far worse if you do. More to the point an honourable slut obeys her masters orders. Especially when it comes to her orgasms."

Vanessa sighed and nodded.

"You may however watch me fuck a bitch." The Duke allowed graciously. Vanessa's eyes lit up.

The Duke rang a bell. A man servant stepped out onto the balcony he had been inside manfully not staring at the display. The Duke noticed and pursed his lips thought fully.

"Send for a bitch." The Duke told him. The manservant nodded. "Not you send someone else. Vanessa since you are such an eager little slut in training I've changed my mind and you may have some more seed."

Vanessa's eyes lit up.

"Suck the man servants cock." The Duke commanded

Vanessa's face fell, looked, confused then horrified.

"but... but he's a peasant!"

"Do you disobey me?" The Duke asked deadly softly.

Vanessa's eyes and face flashed fear and she glanced down.

"No your grace." Vanessa moved to her task. The manservant well trained did nothing except show his gratitude once with the merest of nods.

The bitch came soon after on all fours with a collar around her neck, black hair with decent tits she shuffled over to the Duke and display herself in worship position.

"Up. Beg. Good girl." The Duke undid his pants and shoved his cock into her mouth, watching Vanessa a noblemans daughter a rival at that who he'd just cummed in her mouth, given a beating and ordering her to take another mans seed. A peasants seed. He got hard again in no time. He threw the bitch to the ground and mounted her doggystyle as was the proper way to fuck bitches. He took her roughly as he watched Vanessa go to work. The manservant grunted and The Duke let loose filling the bitch up. He grunted with the pent up aggression.

Hmm he hadn't even noticed whether or not the bitch had sneaked an orgasm without permission. He'd been so caught up imagining it was Vanessa. Soon. He told himself. Soon.

The moment was soon over as the manservant cleared his throat.

"Yes Benedict what is it?" The Duke sighed

"Now that your morning relief has been taken care of perhaps we should start the day?"

The Duke scoffed.

"Perhaps I should have you beaten as well." The Duke muttered.

Benedict shrugged unconcerned. "If you wish."

"Oh enough Benedict you know I won't"

"Very well what's on todays agenda?" The Duke asked. The bitch whined and continued to hump air. If she had cummed it hadn't been enough. Her arse did look inviting. Benedict cleared his throat pointedly somehow conveying stern chiding then he glanced pointedly at Vanessa. Ah yes he had almost forgotten she was a spy for her father.

"Vanessa you may go."

Vanessa went to gather up her clothes.

"Vanessa!" The Duke scolded shocked.

"To put them away your grace." She assured him.

"Benedict will see to that. I don't want you covering your dignity with clothes and the walk of shame back to your dorm."

"Yes your grace." She curtsied and left.

"She shows promise but are you sure it's wise-" Benedict began once she'd left.

"Oh enough Benedict we've talked about this enough. Having Earl's Victors daughter gives us prestige, besides with our training by the end of it we may have our own agent close to the Earl himself which is worth the risk."

"The same risk he's taking. By all accounts she's a favourite of Victors and she loves him dearly. He knows you'll try to turn her and is confident you won't. All the while he gets an agent close to your court and to you. Or do you think it was coincidence she was sent to service you so soon and you almost taking her so soon." Benedict replied.

The Duke paused at that. He had been close normally he came in the girls mouth and dismissed them and got about his day. This morning he was quite worked up.

"Perhaps you're right. Make sure I don't see her again... for a week" The Duke replied reluctantly. He really wanted that cunny and arse.

Benedict nodded satisfied.

"So what is on the agenda today?" The Duke asked sitting back down with his coffee which by now had gotten cold.

"Several ladies of the High Court request your presence"

"What else is new." The Duke snorted.

"There are several reports the mountain tribes are stirring up again."

"What else is new" The Duke repeated with another snort. The Duke glanced up when Benedict didn't immediately continue.

"I wouldn't discount the reports this time your grace."

"Let me guess a horde of orcs, gobilns, trolls, ogres, beastmen and barbarians are battering down our doorstep."

"Perhaps." Benedict said after a pause.

The Duke frowned.

"It could explain why Earl Victor sent his daughter to you, his fortress is the foothold of the mountains."

"You think he wants to curry favour for reinforcements?" The Duke asked frowning at the possibility. It would make sense The Duke had the most powerful army in the Kingdom.

"Or as a spy for invasion." Benedict suggested softly.

The Druke chewed on his lips at that. It would be a bold move. Earl Victor had about a third of the Dukes troops maybe half with levies but his position in the mountains was strong and powerful. It was a hard life away from the rolling plains and forests and lakes of the Dukes own domain. They were all tough fighters in the mountains they had to be. Earl Victor was an able Commander, if he managed to unite even a few of the mountain tribes under his banner...

"The Earl has sent a spy to us an obvious one, so he must have sent less obvious ones as well, perhaps we should send a spy of our own."

"Earl Victor is suspicious of any woman who comes from our ranks or has close ties to us." Benedict pointed out the obvious.

"Unless that woman has clear public reason to despise us." The Duke said with a small smile.

"Your grace you can't be thinking of.. of her. She'll never do it."

"Oh I think she will. If we offer the right incentive."

"She can't be trusted."

"Trust is a commodity I can't afford. No she can't be trusted but she can be bargained with."

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To be continued